[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Kace is somewhat popular around campus. One day the principal asks him to give a tour to the newest student, Ria. But when Ria visits his house she finds a collar and leash too big to belong to any dog. And Kace is out of excuses. This book is a collaboration between @AgeregressionKitten and @YporquenoCOM

An orphan peasant boy was caught stealing food in the Queens palace and is being chased through the palace by the guards when he runs right into the Queen herself. What happens when the Queen instead of sending him to jail decides to make him her Pet Human?

Being in love with my brothers best friend wasn't exactly ideal growing up. It was no secret to anyone, not with the way he would teasingly pat my head and call me a good dog for constantly following them around. Now looking back on it, kneeling between his legs with a collar snuggly wrapped around my neck, this wasn't the worst outcome~ "Good boys deserve treats, don't they?" His fingers caught in my collar, playful smirk gracing his lips. No, this definitely wasn't the worst outcome. - this whole story is on dreame - paid content

"No, you asshat, it's because I'm in love with you!" ------------------ Zane Starburn, the bisexual high school bad kid. He smoked, drank, went to parties, and slept around. Though he still had problems of his own, one of which include accepting himself for being bisexual. Noah Andersyn, high school jock. Once he finally ended his toxic relationship of two years with his girlfriend, he started to notice another girl. Amelia Starburn. Though she was a year younger, he couldn't deny nor forget about his feelings for her. However, he could never seem to get her attention and he was willing to go to the extremes to get that to change. Noah's best friend, Callum was openly gay and struggled to keep relationships long term as most gay guys at school were closeted. Will he meet someone to change that?

Watson Young has always been a bright kid, no one could deny that, but even the most intelligent people can make the dumbest mistakes. Keep the dumbest secrets hidden. Watson was rather good at that, considering that no one knows about the stuff he deals with at home. Elijah Andrews, one of the wealthiest kids in the school, but doesn't necessarily describe Elijah, no, that describes his financial state. Elijah's not stupid, he knows his friends are pretty fake, seen the drooling stare with money in their eyes, blinding them from seeing Elijah as something more than walking money. Elijah had a busy schedule, which was probably why he never noticed Watson, the small cello player in the school's orchestra. He never saw the guy who sat in the back of his classes, never speaking a word to everyone. But neither did anyone else, if they had, maybe they would have noticed the bruises covering Watson's arms from a mixture of bullies and his drunken father. What happens when the school's wealthiest attendee notices the quiet cello playing boy with too many unexplainable bruises?

Unknown Number: Well you gotta give me something! Hell, anything! You can't just dangle this in front of me for the rest of my life! Me: I wasn't planning on it... Unknown Number: Blackmail is a crime, you know! Me: I'M NOT BLACKMAILING YOU! Unknown Number: WHERE'S YOUR SENSE OF ADVENTURE! YOU GET AN OPPORTUNITY LIKE THIS AND YOU SEIZE IT!! JEEZE!!! AND HERE I WAS HOPING YOU'D DO SOMETHING!!! Me: ...you want me to...blackmail you??

Alessandro Marcelo, thirty-five, was infatuated by his best friend's eighteen-year-old daughter, Jesse De Rose. He had known her since she was a newborn, watching her grow into a woman each day. Just as she grew, his infatuation for her grew. Thus turning into something bigger. Something more unhealthy. And the fact that he saw her everyday because she just so happened to be best friends with his daughter, Carissa, didn't help his fixation for the younger girl. Jesse, on the other hand, was oblivious to all of his thoughts about her. She wasn't attentive to how he knew everything about her, and the secrets that he kept hidden in the lurking shadows just waiting to combust. Those caliginous fantasies that would eat her up and swallow her life whole. Alessandro didn't find himself obsessed, despite what others thought. He believed that he loved Jesse, and he would do anything in his will power to get her to love him back. 2020-2022. ©sinfulsrose

" This can't happen. " I frown staring into his eyes. I don't who I'm convincing more, me or him ? " What can't happen ? " He leans down whispering into my ear. " You know what I'm talking about. " I mumble. " You're going to have to be more specific than that baby . " He says slowing trailing his hands up my my dress. " Wait. " He stopped, " Do you have on panties ? " He stared down at me. I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I kept my head down. " No. " I shook my head. " Good girl. " He groaned. Slipping a finger right into my dripping core.

MATURE!! "Do you know what a dominant and a submissive is little one?" He asked. His eyes were steady, his fingers ceased movement all together. The rain still poured around them. She managed to shake her head. He smirked the same mischievous knee wobbling smirk he wore whenever she was around. "I have the personality of a dominant, and you," he ran the pad of his thumb over her racing pulse. "You have the natural personality of submissive." Why was he telling her this? He was her employer, her boss; not some intimate lover. "Sir I don't think-" "No no little one. You're mine now." He raised his hand and tangled it in her wet hair while the other wrapped around her waist. "I have something of yours; which leads me to believe you my little one were being very naughty." Rosalinda was struggled to stand correctly. The skirt of her dress rose easier as it rubbed against his suit and the height difference between them made her tip toe. She hardly reached his shoulders; with his arms around her waist, she was forced to mold her wet body against his. "What are you talking about sir?" Rosalinda looked at him as she bit her lower lip. He lowered his head till their lips were nearly an inch apart. "I have your wet panties in my pocket."